The woman who was Trump’s lame press secretary for five minutes is now Governor of Arkansas.

It’s early on election night and that’s the most photogenic thing I can say so far.

What we got done today, during yet another Prettytown run, was making the backup car, a Subaru, happy with an oil change plus air filter and turn signal bulb for a hundred bucks at the dealer, and ordering it a couple of additional parts, like a sun visor, for $two-fiddy more.

I’ll keep this car, I think, until one of us dies. It’s the perfect low-slung all-wheel drive beast for snowy pavement, which is exactly why I bought it eleven years and a hundred eighty thousand miles ago–the only brand new car I ever bought (and probably ever will buy) and paid for five solid years until it was cleanly mine. Selling it would only bring in three or four thousand bucks. It’s worth more than that to me just sitting in the driveway waiting for a sick truck rainy day. Amen. Love you little red pearl.

The running around is all done. Tomorrow is supposed to be a day of darker skies, lower temps, and light snow. So I scheduled what sociality there is to schedule in SandRock. Thursday the snow should be tapering off and if I’m good I’ll get started on the RTT.

For tonight I’m watching election livestreams without much actual interest (it’s like having an NFL game on in the background, between two teams you could care less about), and drinking the fine fine Moscato (her favorite) from the same club vineyard we visited … was it only yesterday, technically?

Yes.

Lord.